They'd left the car at the scene, so Gavin shot Tina a message about having it picked up. It wasn't the first time shit like this had happened. She'd grab his keys from his desk in the morning and swing by during the day to pick it up. That was something to think about tomorrow. At that particular moment, as Gavin leaned on the elevator wall in the hotel with Nines beside him, all he could think about was how fucking raw it felt. Now that Elijah and Chloe weren't around to distract him, he could feel it pressing in. The cold reality of what had happened. How fucking close it had been. For him, and for Nines.
They'd been pretty much silent after Elijah dropped them off outside. Gavin's brooding had slowly gotten worse during the drive. He'd gone over everything. Every single interaction he'd ever had with Morgan. Their first meeting outside the apartment where he'd shown him pictures of the park. The park where he'd been taking pictures of his own fucking crime scene. The way he'd innocently asked for details and acted so disappointed when he'd insisted he couldn't help because it was an FBI case. The way he'd been so fucking sincere at Aaron's ceremony. The eagerness he'd shown during their interview as he was finally allowed to run the story he'd been planning for months. He couldn't believe Morgan had faked it. If it wasn't for the fact that he'd dosed him with a tranquilliser and he'd felt his hands gripping his throat, Gavin would have thought the Hickory Killer had made a mistake.
That was another thing he couldn't help thinking about. The Hickory Killer. He'd been right there. The man who'd terrorised him. The man who'd killed his partner. The man who'd killed Aaron. The man who'd haunted him for almost four years now. His skin prickled as he remembered the gentle gloved hand on his cheek. It had been so soft. Intimate. He'd handled him like fucking glass. He'd spoken about him so passionately, and he'd been so possessive. He'd tortured Morgan for hours for having the sheer audacity to touch what was his. Phck, I am his…He felt sick at the realisation. He was nothing but a toy for the Hickory Killer to play with as and when he chose.
He felt unbelievably cold as he thought back to the collected way the Hickory Killer had set up the rifle. He'd spoken so fondly about his memories of Jack's death. He'd romanticised his pain and grief. He'd set everything up so perfectly. The rifle. The screen. The rig. The door. Gavin could still feel the ringing in his ears from the crack of the shot. Watching Nines rag-doll on the screen had been one of the worst experiences of his life. He'd failed. For the second time. He'd failed his partner. Nines could have been killed. Would have been killed. It was only luck that had spared him.
Gavin was already trembling and gasping as he fumbled the door open and stumbled inside. He stopped dead as Nines gripped his wrist to stop him from walking away. The door had already clicked shut behind them, likely Nines' doing. He froze. They were both silent as Nines' hand slipped from his wrist to his sternum, pulling him back until they were pressed together, leaning back against the door. Gavin wasn't sure whether Nines lost the strength in his legs or if it was deliberate as he slowly slid them both down the smooth wooden surface to the floor.
Gavin pulled his knees up as he leaned back against Nines' chest. It was warm. It was safe. It was almost cosy. Nines knees were bent on either side, giving him a little shelter to hide in. He felt so fucking cold as he trembled. Nines' arm tightened, pulling him even closer as he wrapped it across his chest. His head leaned forward, resting against his shoulder. He wasn't sure whether Nines was being needy or attentive, but he swore he could see red from the corner of his eye. He heaved in deep, unsteady breaths. Calm the phck down! We're alive! We're safe! We're good!
"Speak to me." It wasn't quite a demand, but it wasn't a plea, either. Where the fuck was he even supposed to start with this shit? How could he even put into words the crushing sense of dread he'd felt? He'd been alone, vulnerable and powerless, in the presence of the monster that had caused his life to fall apart. The man who'd taken everything and just kept fucking taking. He played with people like they were fucking toys. He chose people for no other reason than to get a reaction from him. He'd chosen Nines. He'd targeted his partner. "Gavin." Nines nuzzled his neck almost comfortingly.
"I-just…He-I almost-you were…You could have died, Nines. You almost died!" he stammered eventually, still quivering and cold. Tears pricked his eyes at the admission. He'd known it on the inside, and he'd thought it multiple times, but actually saying it out loud was hard. Nines' grip tightened. The red almost seemed brighter as he nodded his agreement. "I-can't-phcking…I-don't-know-what…If-you-were-gone…" He couldn't get the thoughts to come out right. He took a few shuddering breaths as he tried not to sob out loud. The hand on his ribs started rubbing circles, soothing him as Nines remained leaning close.
"I thought the same…I was…I was afraid." Nines' remained small in the cavernous space of the first floor. Gavin huddled back further, unsure whether he was offering comfort or requesting more for himself. "I didn't think much of it at first when you weren't at your desk, but when you didn't respond to my calls or messages, I…I traced your phone to the Eden Club, and he…he'd left a message. An address. I know I should have requested backup sooner, but I had to find you. When I heard your voice…I wasn't cautious enough. I should have followed my programming. I should have followed procedure. I could have killed us both! If I'd stopped to think, I would have considered a trap! I should have anticipated that form of trickery!" Nines' body started trembling as he processed all the things he'd failed to do and how much worse the outcome might have been. The killer could have done anything, including rigging Gavin's death in a similar manner to his previous partner. The thought of it sent something cold coiling through Nines' core. It was the worst feeling he'd ever experienced. It was so terrible he couldn't even fathom a name for it. His automatic response was to hold Gavin tighter.
"Phck, I'm sorry! I'm so phcking sorry! I should have called you or some shit! I should have waited or taken someone with me, but I just…I was supposed to be meeting Morgan to pick up some papers! It didn't even cross my mind that he was…" He trailed off with a shuddering breath. The bitterness of his own failure and Morgan's betrayal turned his stomach. It twisted even more to think that without the Hickory Killer, he really would be dead. Nines really would have found his body laid out or strung up somewhere. What would that have done to him? Would Nines have become as fucked up as he'd been after losing Jack? The thought had him turning over and clinging to Nines. "It's my fault, I fucked up!" he added as he sniffled into Nines' shoulder. Elijah had provided a proper fabric brace for Nines' injury. A navy sling that completely covered his shoulder port and strapped across his chest. Over that, Chloe had provided him with a simple black shirt, the empty sleeve neatly tucked inside to keep it out of the way.
"You had no reason to suspect Edward Morgan of any wrongdoing." Nines held him securely as his legs closed around him like a shroud. Gavin was on his knees, buried in his shoulder, with his arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He sniffled and bawled as he felt Nines quivering against him. He'd almost lost this. He'd almost fucking lost it! He whimpered into Nines' shirt as he breathed his thirium scent. The washing powder from his shirt was different. It was Chloe's product, but it was still comforting.
He leaned back as he felt Nines' hand bunch in his hair, bracing himself on his shoulder as he looked down at his face. They were both pretty wrecked, tears and saline dripping down their cheeks. Gavin's eyes were red and teary while Nines' were a glimmering silvery blue. Gavin's lips quivered as he sniffled and took a breath through his mouth, feeling vulnerable as he watched Nines' eyes searching for something. His mouth felt dry as he swallowed. Whatever it was, Nines seemed to find it as he leaned up to connect their lips. Gavin almost sobbed into it as he gripped Nines' shoulders even tighter, allowing the endless press and press and press of Nines' lips against his.
He was supposed to have rules. He was supposed to be the better person. He wasn't supposed to be taking advantage of Nines, but fuck, he needed it. He kissed back, arms locked tightly around Nines' neck as he tilted his head. One hand gripped his shirt while the other grabbed his thick locks. A small hum escaped Nines' lips and Gavin was just done. He wanted more. He needed more. He felt Nines' tongue teasing his lips and opened up for him. Their tongues brushed and teased, stroking lips, caressing teeth, twisting and tangling slowly. Gavin breathed through his stuffy nose, unwilling to part for breath. Nines' lips were so fucking soft. His own probably felt cracked and shitty in comparison, but Nines certainly wasn't complaining. That realisation almost made him whine more. Nines wasn't fucking complaining.
"Phck…Nines…Fuck me, Nines…Phck…" Gavin almost breathed between desperate kisses. He barely peeled back far enough to get the words out, but Nines certainly heard. He drew back with an almost breathless chuckle, breathlessness he didn't even need to show. He looked so fucking soft, so fucking happy. How does he manage to look like that when his mouth barely moved? He had that stupid little smile and Gavin wanted to fall into it again. Nines held him back with a fist in his hair, silvery eyes heating as he bit his lip almost sinfully. Silvery eyes roved over his face slowly.
"Was that an order, Detective?" The purring tone went straight to his dick, making him tremble. Despite that, he shook his head as he softened his grip and returned his hands to Nines shoulders. He was serious as he looked down, and Nines found himself deeply moved by the open vulnerability and warmth he was trying so hard to express. He knew Gavin struggled with words, the grip of his hands somehow trying to get his point across. This moment felt too fragile to shatter with a misunderstanding.
"No, it's not an order…I-I'm asking-I…Phck, Nines, I…Please, just…" Gavin trailed off, humming into the deep kiss that Nines pressed against his lips. Green eyes fluttered as he clung to him. He had no idea how Nines got to his feet while holding him with only one arm, but fuck, it was hot. Gavin wrapped his legs around his slim waist, drawing back as Nines halted the kiss. He looked fucking wrecked. His skin didn't really flush, but his lips were wet, his eyes were burning, and his hair was mussed where his hand had slipped back into it.
"For the record, it's an order I would have obeyed gladly." Nines didn't give him the chance to object as he kissed him again. Gavin closed his eyes and lost himself in Nines' lips and teeth, whining as he nipped and teased. He has no idea what echolocation shit Nines was using, but the next thing he knew, he'd been lowered onto a large bed. He didn't bother to look and see which room he'd chosen. It wasn't important. Tugging that black shirt off was important. Running his fingers over bare skin and the rough strap of the shoulder brace was important. Feeling Nines' teeth bite down and suck his neck and shoulder was important. Arching his spine, opening his legs, feeling Nines readily settling between them. Those were all more important. "Will you be good for me, Gavin?" Nines murmured as he braced himself above his sprawled body.
"Yes, Sir, please…I want to be good," Gavin almost sighed in response, body melting into the pillows as Nines gave him one of those pleased little smiles and leaned down to kiss him as a reward. It was almost too soon as he drew back and got to his feet. He looked so fucking good, black jeans sitting tight over his crotch and resting perfectly on his waist. His torso was pale, besides where the navy brace was strapped securely to cover his open port. His silvery eyes were half lidded as he held his hand out as if beckoning a pet. Gavin almost whined at the comparison.
"Come here, Gavin." Gavin instantly rolled to his knees and crawled to the end of the bed. He didn't need to ask what to do or even speak as he leaned his head into the waiting hand and nuzzled into the long fingers that teased and caressed his scalp. Green eyes closed in contentment as he pressed closer, chasing the affection needily. "Good, Gavin…" Nines praised softly as he tilted his chin up and brushed his thumb across his reddened lips. Gavin pressed a small kiss against the thumb that rested on his lips. His insides almost melted at the dumb little smile that got. Phck, he wanted it so badly. Wanted him so badly. Wanted to please him. Wanted to obey him. To be good for him. "Show me what you can do with that smart mouth of yours," Nines purred as he stroked his bottom lip one last time.
Gavin wasted no time in obeying. Nines helpfully popped the metal button of his jeans, returning his hand to his head a moment later to stroke through his short locks. Unsure whether he could use his hands, Gavin shuffled closer and leaned in. He used his tongue and teeth to grab the zipper and slowly edged it down. He nosed the fleshy lump within as he did so, breathing in the heady thirium scent mingled with lubricant. He was getting goosebumps within his woollen top. The material made his arms tingle. Nines let out another small hum as Gavin kissed his way up to the elastic and tugged it lower with his teeth.
It may have been a bit of a struggle, but with a little twisting and pulling, his cock soon sprang free. Gavin drew back and watched it sway, his tongue darting out to flick the tip. Nines watched with heated eyes as Gavin's tongue stroked and circled the head, prodding the slit teasingly. He continued to watch patiently, enjoying the sensation of Gavin's soft, warm tongue stroking from root to tip. His tongue worked up and down, lathering in long, firm strokes. Gavin flicked his gaze up briefly, watching Nines' LED spinning yellow as he processed the experience. It was…pleasant, and somewhat fulfilling. It was far preferable to his own hand. He wanted more. He gripped Gavin's hair and edged him closer in a silent request.
Gavin's eyelids fluttered at the feeling, gazing up almost lazily. He smirked a little before opening his mouth wider, licking and sucking the soft tip. Nines sighed in contentment, head falling back as warmth closed around him. The soft sucking sent tingles across his skin and heat swirled in the pit of his artificial stomach. Gavin's teeth dragged over the fleshy tip before his tongue lathered the underside. Nines tugged a little, feeling Gavin go with the motion obediently, soft lips gliding up a little higher as one hand raised to grip the base. Nines slackened his arm a little, letting him bob back and forth, barely taking in a third of his cock as he stroked and squeezed.
Gavin moaned in satisfaction, barely noticing the ache in his jaw through the sheer bliss. He could taste the thirium lubricant on his tongue as the artificial flesh glided in and out of his mouth. The weight and girth of it was almost exactly as he'd imagined. The best part was that he could open his eyes whenever he wanted and it was Nines. Nines was there. Standing over him. Staring down at him like he fucking meant something. He almost didn't believe it was real. It was Nines' hand laced in his hair, urging him closer. It was Nines' voice making those little moans and hums of approval. It was Nines' scent he could smell as he took in a breath through his nose. Phck…phck, please…
"Can you take me, Gavin?" Nines checked breathily as he looked down, almost lazily. He bit his lip as Gavin gave a small nod around his cock. He could feel Gavin shifting his weight to prepare himself, hands reaching up to grip the denim pooled at his thighs. Nines tightened the hand in his hair and Gavin did his best to make his jaw and throat slacken as he opened up. Nines let out a low groan of approval as he rocked forward, cock twitching as it slid down Gavin's tight, warm throat. It was so slick and wet, and then Gavin sucked and pulled back. Nines moaned his satisfaction before rocking forward again. "You're so good, Gavin…It's like your throat was made just for me…" He gasped as Gavin sucked his gratitude. Good…I'll be good…
Nines desperately wished he had another hand so that he could support Gavin properly. He didn't like only gripping his hair as he snapped his hips. Gavin didn't seem to mind, eagerly swallowing him to the base each time. Nines moaned, feeling his cock swell even further. He could feel his release building, imagining what it would be like to finally shoot it down Gavin's throat, or to pull back and watch it dripping down his flushed cheeks. Those were two things he wanted to do, but he wanted something else more.
"Gavin, enough," Nines ordered gently, stroking his scalp in soothing circles. Gavin drew back, looking a little disappointed. Nines lowered his hand, stroking away the drool and lubricant on his lips. He almost moaned at the sight, enjoying the deep red of his lips and the healthy flush of his cheeks. "You were so good for me, I think you deserve a reward…How do you want to be fucked, Gavin?" Nines asked searchingly, silvery eyes reading him like a book. Gavin's green eyes blinked as if he hadn't quite understood the question.
"How do you want to take me, Sir?" he asked in a coy tone, uncertain as he tilted his head and waited. Nines smiled and petted his head in thanks.
"This is your reward, Gavin…I want you to tell me what you want." Nines watched Gavin's eyes dart around timidly. He seemed vulnerable as he contemplated, hesitant about voicing his own desires. It seemed this was a question rarely asked. Nines waited patiently, stroking and soothing his scalp and enjoying the softness of his hair. Gavin bit his lip as he finally decided, kneeling up a little higher to press a kiss to Nines' soft lips.
"Can I-I-can I be on my back with you on top? I know you only have one arm right now, so-" He was cut off by Nines' insistent lips. The kiss was heated and needy. Nines sucked and nipped again and again, gripping his hair as he held him close. Gavin locked his arms around his shoulders as he pressed closer, their bodies slowly tilting back. Gavin helped shuffle further up the bed until he was resting against the mountain of cushions and pillows. Nines somehow manage to remove his already crumpled jeans and pants with some level of grace. He was utterly unashamed of his own nudity as he stared down at Gavin's still clothed body with a look that could only be described as hungry.
"I want to see you," Nines murmured as he knelt between his parted knees. He helped a little as Gavin sat up and tugged off his woollen top, giving him a whole new fleshy territory to explore. Gavin fell back to the pillows as Nines leaned closer, dragging his soft lips along the pale, scarred surface. He started at his shoulder, where the knife wound from a few months back had freshly healed over. It was a pale pink line, barely fading to white, as he licked along it. Gavin hummed wantonly as Nines' tongue lathered the fresher wound on his chest, the skin only just starting to knit together. He was sensitive, one of his hands lacing in Nines' hair to pull him closer as he moved to nip and tease a hardened nub.
Gavin whined loudly as Nines moved lower, warm tongue trailing a path down his toned abs. He paused to lather a faded pink bullet scar, taking his time as if making out with the dipped hole. Gavin's skin tingled, the light hair on his arms standing up in the open air. It wasn't cold, but Nines still made him shiver. He flinched as gentle lips caressed the dark bruise on his ribs, worried eyes looking up as his body twitched. Gavin shook his head with a small wince. He was fine. It just ached a little. He helped as Nines finally reached the waist of his jeans, pushing them lower as Nines single-handedly popped the button and slid the zipper down. He tugged and pulled, ensuring the boxers slipped down with the denim. It wasn't the first time he'd seen Gavin naked, but it was the first time he truly allowed himself to savour it.
"Take a picture, dipshit, it'll last longer…" Gavin teased with a huff, feeling somewhat vulnerable beneath the intensity of Nines' gaze. He paused at every scar, LED flickering yellow as he looked up old incident reports and hospital visits. It was a body littered with stories. Some of them were thrillers. A couple were horrors. There was even a comedy or two. Gavin almost squirmed as Nines pretty much made love to him with his eyes. His fingers hesitantly began to follow as he rested on his knees. Gavin gasped as cool fingertips just barely traced a faded white line across his abdomen. His skin twitched at the sensation. His cock was already hard, jerking and swaying with each gentle touch. Nines stroked another bruise on his hip, likely caused by the fall from the table earlier. Gavin let out a small whine, trying hard not to flinch at the dull ache.
Nines' hand finally slid down and stroked along his shaft. He watched intently as it twitched at the attention. His hand explored greedily, enjoying the slide of silken flesh on solid muscle. He twisted and pulled, recording each little mewl and gasp that escaped Gavin's lips. Adding a slight twist to his slow pumps seemed to stimulate him more, his hips jerking up needily into the tight grip. Gavin opened his legs further as Nines shifted back and stretched himself out on his stomach. Gavin was shivering and twitching already as Nines licked from base to tip, quietly mourning the fact he only had one hand.
"N-Nines!" Gavin moaned as he sucked the solid length down his throat greedily, taking full advantage of his lack of gag reflex. Nines hummed smugly as he sucked and licked Gavin's throbbing cock, milking out pre-ejaculate and enjoying the heady taste of salt and skin. Gavin's DNA profile popped up to be stored it in the special file he'd dedicated to him. He chuckled as Gavin whined at the loss of his hot mouth. Nines looked up at his flushed cheeks. His whole body was warm and pink as he trembled on the sheets.
"Spread yourself for me…and hold your knees," Nines instructed as he used his hand to push one of Gavin's thighs aside. Gavin was almost timid as he did as asked. He settled on his back and curled his legs, pulling his thighs wide with his hands beneath his knees. Nines hummed appreciatively as he looked at the offering laid out before him. Gavin had a fine body. Strong, sleek, and toned. He was perhaps a little underweight, but his condition had greatly improved over the past few months. His rump was pert and round, with just the right amount of flesh to be irresistibly attractive. Nines reached out and pressed the tender flesh, squeezing gently. "Good, Gavin." Gavin remained as he was, spread open and patiently waiting. Nines' lips quirked at the small tremble that ran through his body. He liked it. He liked being touched by him. He responded so beautifully.
Gavin watched, transfixed as Nines stroked his own cock, biting his lip almost sinfully as he squeezed out some of his own thirium lubricant to coat his fingers. He was careful, almost overly cautious, as he prodded and teased Gavin's tight entrance with slickened fingertips. He smirked as Gavin's thighs twitched. Gavin desperately wanted to plant his feet in the sheets and rock into his touch, but Nines had told him to hold his knees, and he wanted to be good. Nines pressed one finger through the tight ring of muscle, enjoying the way Gavin sighed and tilted his head back in relief at the sensation. The hole was a lot looser than it seemed, and with a couple more thrusts, Nines teased in a second digit.
"Phck! Please, Nines! Please!" His green eyes were closed in contentment as Nines worked his fingers. He was so warm inside, and loose enough for a third finger. Gavin seemed to curl up into an even smaller ball at that, squirming on the sheets. Nines wished he had his second arm so that he could lean down and kiss him without the need to break contact. He chuckled as Gavin let out an almost surprised mewl as long fingers pressed and teased his prostate. "Nines!" he prompted needily, looking more than a little put out as Nines removed his fingers.
"Are you ready for me, Gavin?" Nines asked softly, lips pulling into a small smile as Gavin nodded. He shuffled closer, stroking himself with more lubricant before slowly edging forward. Gavin's mouth fell open as his entrance stretched around the tip. He tried not to move too much as Nines slid deeper. It felt so good to be so full. He hadn't felt like this since Aaron, and even then, it hadn't been quite as fulfilling. Lying on his back, staring up into the face of the man he wanted to wreck him, ass filled with his cock. The only thing that would make it better was dragging Nines even closer. Nines almost fell as Gavin moved. Strong legs moved to grip his waist tightly as clingy arms wrapped around his neck. "So needy…" Nines teased in a murmur as he planted his hand in the pillows to brace himself.
"That's because I need this…need…Phck, Nines…Fuck me, please." Gavin pressed desperate Little kisses along Nines' smooth jaw until their lips came together. Nines hummed into the contact, circling his hips slowly as he adjusted his weight. Gavin moaned as he felt Nines' shaft caressing his insides, circling and thrusting slowly as he lowered his weight to his forearm. Fingers laced in his hair, teasing his scalp as Nines continued to rock. He enjoyed the feeling of Gavin's thighs tightening on his hips. Gavin rocked up to pull him deeper as his nails dragged across his shoulders. "Phck, please…phck!" Gavin sighed needily between kisses, hands moving to stroke Nines' spine as he continued the onslaught of slow thrusts. Nines chuckled quietly as he returned each kiss, finally taking pity on Gavin's desperate form as he savoured the prickly feeling of stubble on his skin.
Gavin moaned loudly as Nines' hips snapped forward and bounced his pelvis into the mattress. The sharp jab pressed right into his prostate, sending little sparks of pleasure buzzing through the pit of his stomach. He gripped tighter as Nines picked up the pace, their lips barely breaking enough for him to mewl and breathe as Nines pounded him into the bed below. Nines pressed him down, trapping his sticky shaft between them as he rolled his hips. Gavin was sweating, flesh hot and sticky as they moved together. Nines moaned as he lowered his head to Gavin's shoulder, hot breath panting against heated skin as he licked the surface. It was salty on his lips as he nipped and explored.
"Nines!" Green eyes snapped wide as Nines' teeth closed on his shoulder and bit down. He almost growled as he felt Gavin tighten around his cock, wet warmth pooling between them as he came with a gasping needy mewl. Nines sucked and soothed the flesh between his teeth, a new profile popping up in his vision as he tasted copper. Gavin whimpered a little as Nines' tongue teased and soothed the marked skin. Nines peeled back to examine the pale flesh with a sense of satisfaction. Two neat curves of bleeding red marks had been left behind, right at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. The sight was enough to send him over the edge, hips rocking a few more times as his own synthetic seed surged out to fill the body beneath him. Gavin accepted it greedily. His thighs didn't even loosen afterwards. He locked his ankles and pulled him closer. Nines breathed deeply, humming out a sigh as he savoured Gavin's scent. It was heady. His usual scent mingled with fresh sweat and musk.
"Gavin?" Nines mumbled quietly a few moments later, pushing himself up slightly so that he could look at his face. He huffed fondly as he found his eyes closed, clearly exhausted from the stress of the day. "Sweet dreams…" he sighed, unsure whether he meant it as a wish or a plea. He was content to remain in place awhile. Gavin's arms held him close as his cock softened within his passage. They needed to clean up. The trickling lubricant wouldn't be pleasant upon waking otherwise, but he could allow a small respite.